Elven Crowns Novels & Stories

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

" Rami asked, scanning the bustling market. Elen's eyes landed on a shop that caught her attention, and she made her way there, flanked by her five knights waiting outside. Inside the shop, Elen found a pair of stunning silver watches adorned with diamonds. She thought about getting them for her brothers. As she pondered her decision, a shopkeeper approached her with a wide smile, describing the exclusivity of the design. He then presented a pair of red diamond cufflinks, reminding her of the grand duke's eyes. "Will he like it? Anyway, whether he likes it or not, it's not my problem anymore," Elen whispered to herself as she made the purchase.

The warm sun that shone down beyond the river but the night part sky is still there as little leprechaun slid down Legolas' shoulder and walked in the glades glowed here on the smooth edges and deeply ingrained pillars, and the wonderful arch with centerpiece carven in the likeness of a crowned and kingly head, as they emerged from the shadow to the fifth gate. The elven guards of the entrance wore silver-green robes, and their helms were oddly shaped, high-crowned, with long cheek-guards nearer to the face, and white sea-bird wings set above the cheek-guards; but the helms glistened with a flame of silver, for they were indeed wrought, keepsakes from the honor of old days. A tree flowering

Once the three of them could see the grass and the branches of the trees, Alora could now teleport them to the Elven Kingdom. The three of them arrive at Alora's house, where the elf prince Kamar lived with Alora. "My prince," Alora says lovingly as she walks over to him and kisses him. Are we ready to move them into their new home? Have they summoned the Elven witches? Alora realized she had forgotten her manners and hadn't introduced her guests then. "Kamar, this is Lisa. They asked me to rescue Lisa's granddaughter as well. To get rid of their scent, I needed the witches to alter their scent and change their appearance through optical illusion. Also, I need to kill their vampire blood sin

said king Charles and placed the vampire crown made from gold , white gold , rubies , diamonds and dark gold . After Eskylrious received the crown of the leader of the vampires , he turned around and looked at the clans . The clans all bowed in front of him in a respectful manner . " May your reign last for hundreds of years , leader Eskylrious Windsor ! " said all the people in the hall for three times in a row . " Now that the coronation ceremony ended , we shall pass to the engagement ceremony . " said king Charles and walked towards the magic circle with Eskylrious next to him .

"The Moonborn Kingdom was completely destroyed centuries ago. History says the entire bloodline was wiped out." "Destroyed, yes," Elara nodded, reaching beneath her heavy traveling cloak to pull out an object carefully wrapped in velvet cloth. "But the magic was not made extinct." With breathless reverence, Elara unfolded the cloth. A delicate, ancient silver crown appeared. It was breathtakingly beautiful, crafted from woven metals that seemed to shift like liquid light. At its absolute center rested a large, flawless moonstone. The moment the velvet fell away, the crown suddenly pulsed with a brilliant, rhythmic light—as though it possessed a heartbeat. It hovered, lifting directly out of

“In my time, they are claimed.” He lifted the crown. It wasn’t gold. It wasn’t jeweled. It was woven moonlight and bone, ancient and humming with power. The Crown of Luna, lost for a thousand years. Found for her. “Elana of the Blood Moon,” Darius murmured, so only she heard. “Will you rule with me?” This was it. No more running. No more rejected mate. No more oatmeal. Elara lifted her chin. “I will.” The crown touched her head.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

“The witch is dead, her blood is gone, my father’s lab is next, we burn it, we break the rest of his work, you get your minds back.” Murmurs. Hope. Draven steps to me, careful. “The crown,” he says. “Can you take it off.” I touch it. It burns. “I don’t know.” “Try,” he says. “For me.” I pull. Pain rips through my skull, and the crown comes away, blood on the tines. It crumbles to ash in my hand. The ferals gasp, some falling, some crying, as if a string got cut.